Oh for show, check me outIt's still Dre Day A KBefore I chrom the lot, can't keep it home a lotCause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rockYou hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the blockLadies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell offHow? My last album was "The Chronic"They want to know if he still got itThey say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

If you ain't up on pace

Chorus:Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my gameStill, puffing my leafs, still with the beatsStill not loving police (Uh huh)Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a creaseStill got love for the streets, repping 213Still the beat bangs, still doing my thangSince I left, ain't too much changed, stillRepeat 2x

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the worldStill hitting them corners in them low low's girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friendWell, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping againKept my ear to the streets, signed EminemHe's triple platinum, doing 50 a weekStill, stay close to the heatAnd even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feetMy life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beatTreat my rap like Cali weed I smoke till' I sleepWake up in the A.M compose a beatI bring the fire till you're soaking in your seatIt's not a fuke, it's been tried, I'm the troopIt's Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin' CrueI'm still at it, After mathmaticIn the home of drivebys and a.k maticsSwap meets, sticky green, and bad trafficI dip through then I get skin, D.R.E

Chorus:Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my gameStill, puffing my leafs, still with the beatsStill not loving police (Uh huh)Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a creaseStill got love for the streets, repping 213Still the beat bangs, still doing my thangSince I left, ain't too much changed, stillRepeat 2x

It ain't nothing but more hot shi*tAnother classic CD for y'all to vibe withWhether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitc*hLaid back in the shack, play this trackI'm representing for the gangstas all across the world(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lapTry to be the king but the ace is back

So if you ain't up on thangs

Dr. Dre be the name still running the gameStill got it wrapped like a mummyStill ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get moneySpend time out the hood, take they moms out the hoodHit my boys off with jobs, no more living hardBarbeques every day, driving fancy carsStill gon' get mine regardless

Chorus:Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my gameStill, puffing my leafs, still with the beatsStill not loving police (Uh huh)Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a creaseStill got love for the streets, repping 213Still the beat bangs, still doing my thangSince I left, ain't too much changed, stillRepeat 3x

Like that, right back up in ya'95 plus four penniesAdd that shit up, D R E right back on top of thangs'Smoke some with your dogNo stress, no seeds, no sims', no sticks!Some of that real sticky icky'A little weed, put it in the airFor you's a fool D.R.E

The next episodeArtist: Dr Dre

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------La-da-da-da-dahhIt's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)La-da-da-da-dahhYou know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E.(YEAH YEAH YEAHYou know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)What what what what?(So blaze the weed up then!)Blaze it up, blaze it up!(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit upD-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit upC-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back upAnd when they bang this in the club baby you got to get upThug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it upLowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it upTakin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho'Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't careStep up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hairBitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the setTake a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jetOut of town, put it down for the Father of RapAnd if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trapCome back, get back, that's the part of successIf you believe in the S you'll be relievin your stress

Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-TKing of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubsHow you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llacwith Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah)Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pubI'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Clubwith my jeans on, and my team strongGet my drink on, and my smoke onThen go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?)Loc it's on for the two-triple-ohComin real, it's the next episode...

[Dr Dre]Ya'll know me still the same ol' GBut I been low keyHated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keysNo boats, no snowmobiles and no ski'sMad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceriesGot a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracksTo add to the wall full of plaquesHangin up in the office in back of my house like trophiesBut ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freezeHo PleaseYou better bow down on both kneesWho you think taught you to smoke treesWho you think brought you the o' G'sEazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G'sAnd a group that said muthafuck the policeGave you a tape full of dope beatsThe bomb weed stroll through in you hoodAnd when your album sales wasn't doin too goodWho's the doc that he told you to go seeYa'll better listen up closelyAll you niggas that said that I turned popOr the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleepSo fuck ya'll all of ya'llIf ya'll don't like me blow meYa'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit meAnd turn me back to the old me

[chorus] x2 [Eminem]

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to sayBut nothin comes out when they move they lipsJust a buncha gibberishAnd muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

[Eminem]So what do you say to somebody you hateOr anybody tryna bring trouble your wayWanna resolve things in a bloodier wayJust study your tape of NWA.One day I was walkin by Wit a walkmen onWhen I caught a guy givin me an awkward eyeAnd strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl KaniI don't give a fuck if it's dark or notI'm harder than me tryna park a DodgeBut I'm drunk as fuckRight next to a humungous truck in a two car garage Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it offFuck you too bitch call the copsI'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogsAnd when the cops came throughMe and Dre stood next to a burnt down houseWit a can full of gas and a hand full of matchesAnd still one found outFrom here on out it's the Chronic 2Startin today and tomorrows the newAnd I'm still loco and nuts To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the temp goes up to the mid 80'sCallin men ladiesSorry Doc but I been crazyThere is no way that you can save meIt's ok go with him Hailey

[chorus] x2

[Dr Dre]If it was up to meYou muthafuckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to meLike you want somethin freeWhen my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin meBut now that I got this little companyEverybody wanna come to me like it was some diseaseBut you won't get a crumb from meCause I'm from the streets ofI told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold 'em allNow you wanna run around and talk about gunsLike I ain't got noneWhat you think I sold 'em allCause I stay well offNow all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell offWhat cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a padTryna get this damn label off I ain't havin thatThis is the millenium of AftermathIt ain't gonna be nothin after thatSo give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rapYou can have it backSo where's all the mad rappers atIt's like a jungle in this habitatBut all you savage catsKnew that I was strapped wit gatsWhen you were cuddled wit cabbage patch

Put your hands up This is a stash up Pull the trigger and you're gonna get mashed up (x4)

Check your ass up Smoke grass up and if you in the back then you gonna get passed up Mateo better pass me that bong The night is short and I've been waitin' too long To enter into another dimension Pull the smoke into my lungs and release the tension By the way did I happen to mention how stash operates So start the dissection

Tony: master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled, no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody, master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled, no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody

Tony: master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled, no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody, master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled, no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody

Tony: master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled, no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody, master riddym control sleepwalker boy, quality hav been ruled, no iddibiddi gig from above the street could ever(cut) be somebody mother fucker

Now Ladies come, ladies go, Out my revolving door Some ladies never come back, Most come back for more. I've got a house in the hills With a door that spins. Goes in and out, Out and in, `Round and `round again.

I live a life these player haters Would love to be living. Since a kid, I've been surrounded By beautiful women. And slippen´ in them to win them The unforgiven. Still something's missing, Cuz deep inside I'm suffering Of a lonley heart condition. Wishing i could find a girl That would take me away >From the chaos of the city And the everday part that i play. Tell me why lay low, Why say no When I got girls serenading at My window. Ladies good to go We´s major league The new breed. No so-so. Highly advanced and got the game To get in any girl´s pants. And romance her stone Cuz i more than hold my own They call me Shifty Capone I make them moan Yes, I´m the one. Between the sheets, I amaze and stun. Ain´t no need for me to brag About the way that I´m hung. Let´s just say i got the skills To get the flyest girl sprung. Or to take and make An older lady feel young.

CHORUS

I keep my girls in rotation, You looking for a good time, I´m always on vacation. You could stop by baby, If you want to try your luck. But don´t waste my time, Unless you´re down to fuck. Unless you´re coming back for more, Well then you know what´s up. You know the routine Girl, you´re not the one. You´re just a one night fling. Some ass to hold this casanova over. Till the right girl pass, I´ll drop this lifestyle fast. Cuz what I´m really looking for Is the one will last And make my present past. My adolescence surpassed. By the will to chill, I´m looking for something real. In a world of fake hos in high heels I´ll drop hot wax on your nipples, Causing trouble. And when you ride me, Yo, I´ll be throwing up that triple double My sex drive´s kicking. I´m sexually exploring. So many possibilities, It seems my life could never get boring. Cuz I´m not fucking around. I´ll rub you down the right way. I´ll rock your world nightly. So, can i hit it lightly? Yo, girl, i like it like that. Let me hit it from the back. I´m a natural aphrodisiac. Better know as a Mac.

Chorus] I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice but who's countin' But nothing compares To these blue and yellow purple pills

[Eminem] Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of valium inside her palm It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves I can't describe the vibe I get When I drive by 6 people And 5 I hit Ah shit I started a mosh pit Squashed a bitch And stomped the foster kids These shrooms make me hallucinate Then I sweat till I start losing weight Till I see dumb shit start happenin' Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again So bounce, bounce, c'mon bounce I said c'mon bounce Everybody in the house with a half an ounce Not weed I meant coke dumb ass sit down We don't bullshit, better ask around D12 throws the bomb and's dashing town Bizarre, your mom is passing out Get her ass on the couch 'fore she crashes out

[Kon Artist & Kuniva] Fuck that, someone help Denaun He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn Hey Von You see me stepping on these leprechauns? It gotta be acid cuz the X is gone Ya I took them all dog with some parmesian And I think my arm is gone It's probably numb Dumb, dumb, and full of cumm And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue Scary ass it was a false alarm You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on So stop acting stupid You so high That you might wake up with a guy On some new shit I think I did too much This substance equals cuffs Red pills, blue pills, and green Big pills (That's ill) Mescaline

[Chorus]

[Hook] Dirty Dozen 80 of us Shady brothers Ladies love us That's why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other out And date each other Some-, something, something, something Something, something, something, something

[Proof] Pop pills Pills I pop Pop two pills On stilts I walk Snort two lines that were filled with chalk Thought it was Incredible I killed the Hulk I wanna roll away Like a rollerblade Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days And when I'm old and gray Look for coke to smoke I overdose When I pack up my nose with coke *cough cough cough* I must have broke the choke Had an accident when the Trojan broke Ahh, poor baby Born by whore lady Now I gotta straight born *infant* (You're crazy!)

[Swifty] I pop four E's at one time And I don't need water when I'm swallowing mine (You got any shroom?) Does Bizarre smoke crack? I can't get job Cuz her mom's so trashed (?) Why the hell you niggas think I rap? I do it just to get your company hijacked If you like smack Then I might too (Swift, chill) I just wanna get high like you And I don't give a damn if they white or blue Speed, shrooms, down the valiums Even smoke weed outta vacuums I just got some and I'm going back soon

Where they at (Wherethey at) Where they at (Where they at) Where they at (Where they at) Where they at (Where they at)

chorus:

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three wheelin in the four with the gold cv's Oh why do I look this way? (Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e Oh why do I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money)

In the club on the late night, feel ya right Lookin, tryin ta spot some real nice Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (Ican take home) She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin realrude But as long as you a diggy-diggy then girl you know its on (youknow its on) I peep summin comin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) and sayin she was beepin and I dig thelast video Somewhere that we could go How could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 I like the way you brush it And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you movin way over there

Chorus

Face a body front that, don't know how to act Without my vouchers all the hoochies bringing nothin back You should feel the impact, shop over plas when the skies thelimit And them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that, four guy sig pley Was there any paint change, every time I switch lane It feel strange now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the pimpin on name now Damn shit to change now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel a thang now (come on) I can't complain (no more) Shit I'm the man, now In and out my own town (I'm gettin) Niggas out in New Jersey, from Twenty-B Tellin me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn Right I be on the next flight Man can, first class sittin next to Vanna White

Chorus (x2)

(check, check) Yo, I know somethin you don't know And I got somethin to tell ya You won't believe how many people, straight down at the floor 'fore said that I was a failure Is now the same motherfuckers that's be needin dough And I'm yellin I can't help ya "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no, (whatchu care?) you for real?

Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy And I fly high Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by Hey yo, its all good Range Rover all would Do me like you should Fuck me good, suck me good We be them stuck niggas Wishin you was niggas Poppin like we drug dealers Simply cause she bug mackin Honey in the club, me in the benz I see cute tellin me to leave wit you and your friends So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the chris Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist See me talk, Nelly listen Nelly talk, see me listen Wanna fuck fly bitches When I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist Niggas starin on the glist Honeys lookin on they wish Come on boo, gimme kiss

I'ma sucka for corn rolls and manicure toes (hey) Philly capri pants and parachute clothes (alright) Passadity city with one or two throws I'm droppin outta high school Straight into the pro's, who knows I know That I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flow, there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I bust a ryhme, baby give me some more You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back yea thats my very next line I use it time after time, when I'm speakin my mind It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon and dime I ask you who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics Somebody probably jealous cuz they bitch got hit But nobody else droppin shit like dis, should we apologize Fuck 'em just leave 'em bitch hey

We can go to tha break of dawn ...nigga Money long...nigga Go fast up tha skirt to talk to tha bone...nigga Some say I'm wrong fuck it I'm grown.....nigga If you aint bout money then best be gone...nigga I'm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go ahead and ask me I drive fasty, call me Jeff Gordon in a black SS wit a navagation See tha black blazion, somethin smells amazin I gotta chick rollin up half black and asian Another one pigeon tellin me to come home Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used tha v-12 powers, weight loss powers I'm fat for the Iceberg Slim and one shower Get a room in drunk towers just to hit the P hours Get the bitch up out the room cuz she used the word ours (hey)

Chorus

They got a smash mouth of a whole ounce, of that sticky Watch my hands under a gurls ??, feelin icky Let go off in a hoes mouth, I ain't picky Start frontin when the shows out Whatcha mean, 20 inches when they roll out Come and get me, big faces when they fold out Is ya wit me? Don't make me pull that 44 ouuuuuuut I keep it close when I the go ouuuuuut Then I slide up in an esclade me and E gettin solid like the ice capades From heat, frosty, ??? rapper than bugsy You understand me, wrap this like mummys If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see i got more carrots than al dee More bread than algae, you can bag and scan me Sure like I'll be, you can meet tha 'tics in Maui (hey)

Chorus

***********XZIBIT------X**********

Yeah! Ladies and gentleman Broadcastin live to you and yours It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit Yeah, bouncin, c'mon

The first day of the rest of my life X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keepin my rhymes tight Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to Teflon territory you just can't shoot through You gon shoot who? (Who?) Not even on your best day Rollin the Wild West way, givin it up Leavin the whole world stuck not givin a fuck Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut Hennesey and orange juice baby fill up a cup Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities Bitches be, quick to give me brains while the pistol range Goin up and down my dick like the stock exchange

1 - (X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound (X) Won't even say your own name when I come around (X) Stay on top but remain from the underground (X) to the Z and we all in the family

Repeat 1

Ever since Xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit Approach every woman like a - potential mistress Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight Cause tonight I might meet my next ex-wife Mr. Big Chief Reefer, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa I run it through and money come out Runnin your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch Now you know that it was bound to happen I came to give you what you lackin whenever you hear them other niggaz rappin Rockin chains, stadiums, paladiums, cracked craniums My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium Drop-top tinted on twenties Usin rappers like crash test dummies, stackin real estate and money It's funny how things change overnight when you thinkin right I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife

Repeat 1 (2x)

What an event, we hardcore a hundred percent Makin it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents The real deal, how does it feel? No special effects Yank the chain off of your neck, demand the respect Now all your conversations sound strange to me It be like everybody around me done changed but me I stand alone on my own two feet Stab a track, strangle the beat - Restless, no time for sleep Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Benjamin Grier It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend Straight to the chin (Not these niggas again) Call Doc, bounce to the spot, and slide right in I ain't tryin to see nothing but progress, regardless Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Snoop Dogg] So there you have it; A-B-C, D-P-G-C X to the motherfuckin Z Mr. Xuberant, Xtravagant, Xtrordinary, Xciting, X-a-lotta X-O with a little bit of Xtasy X-ing your bitch-ass out if you tryin to test the G And what's the recipe? Xcalibur weaponry And we shoot Xceptionally That there is hot- X marks the spot? Fuck naw, X spots the marks Xclamation point, niggaz!

[Eminem] TranslationSo you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shitCause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick - ha ha!Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two penniesI'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twentiesA young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his assso the rats can't chew through his last pantsI'm like a mummy at night, fightin with bright lightningFrightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin himI'm like a fuckin wasp in the hospital lostStingin the fuck outta everything I come across in the hallsI light a candle and place it up on the mantleGrab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin handleSo when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin[Swifty] Bitch it's too late[Eminem] Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

[Swifty]I'm an instigator, .380 slug penetratorDegradin, creatin murders to kill hatersAccused for every crime known through the equatorThey knew I did it (uh-huh) for havin blood on my 'gatorsMy weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face {*BLAM*}With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purposeYou never hear me say, "Forgive me"I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face itThat weed I sold to you, Brigade laced itYou hidin, I make the president get a faceliftNiggaz just afraid, handin me they braceletsChillin in the lab wastedI'm the type that'll drink Kahlua and gin - throw up on the micYour life is ruined, you get socked right on siteAnd even at the Million Man March, we gon' fight

Chorus: Eminem

So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shitCause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dickCause I don't give a fuck if you don't like, my shitCause I was high when I wrote this so suck, my dick

[Bizarre]I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fireSlashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and MeyersPlates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm firedJackin my dick off in a bed of barbed wire(Hey, is Bizarre performing?) Bitch didn't you read the flyer?Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor(Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retiredFuckin your bitch in the ass with a tire ironI'm ripped, I'm on an acid tripMy DJ's in a coma for lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*}Lettin the record skip.. {*needle pops*} (Damn!){*DJ reverses the record and scratches it back on beat*}I'm fuckin anything when I'm snortinIt's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion{*dog whines*} Some bitch asked for my autographI called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughedI drop bombs like I was in VietnamAll bitches is hoes, even my stinkin ass mom

[Kuniva]Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crackWeed laced with somethin {*gun cocks*} nigga pass thatIn Amsterdam we only hang out with hash ratsAt a 'Stop the Violence' rally, I blast gatsBe your mom on publishin, get your ASCAP-pedThe Kuniva, divide up your cash stackWant your motherfuckin pockets, ASAPI don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq'sBorn loser, half theif and half blackBring your boys and your guns and get laughed atBitch smacker, rich rappers get their Jag jackedand found chopped up in a trash bag

[Proof]We stranglin rappers until the point they can't yellcause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake salesReckless, come from behind and snatch your necklaceGruesome, and causin more violence than nine hoodlumsI grapple your adam's apple until it crackleRun right past you, turn around, grab you and stab youGet executed, cuz I'm a "Luni"I got a "Yukmouth" and it's pollutedI cock it back then shoot itI love snatchin up players thugs and young ballersShoot up the household, even the young toddlersBrigade barricade to bring the noiseWhile the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toysIf I go solo, I'm doin a song with BoloA big Chinese nigga, screamin "Kuniva yo yo.."I leave ya face leakin, run up in church and smack the preacher while he's preachinTake a swing at the deacon

[Kon Artis]I used to tell cats I sold weed and weightI was straight 'til I got caught sellin em shakeI'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rentI got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tentwith the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of orderI've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin in waterIn cahoots with this nigga named Fall Out VonWho got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb(Special delivery!) I signed to a local label for funSay I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and runDriveby you in the rain while you carry your sonCall your house and hang up on you for not givin me noneBorn straight up out a pussy but a son of a gunGot a reputation for havin niggaz runnin they fundsUsed to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's'til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin in dough

[Eminem]A lot of people ask me.. stupid fuckin questionsA lot of people think that.. what I say on recordsor what I talk about on a record, that I actually do in real lifeor that I believe in itOr if I say that, I wanna kill somebody, that.. I'm actually gonna do itor that I believe in itWell, shit.. if you believe thatthen I'll kill youYou know why?Cuz I'm a

CRIMINALCRIMINALYou god damn rightI'm a CRIMINALYeah, I'm a CRIMINAL

[Eminem]My words are like a dagger with a jagged edgeThat'll stab you in the headwhether you're a fag or lezOr the homosex, hermaph or a trans-a-vestPants or dress - hate fags? The answer's "yes"Homophobic? Nah, you're just heterophobicStarin at my jeans, watchin my genitals bulgin (Ooh!)That's my motherfuckin balls, you'd better let go of emThey belong in my scrotum, you'll never get hold of emHey, it's me, VersaceWhoops, somebody shot me!And I was just checkin the mailGet it? Checkin the 'male'?How many records you expectin to sellafter your second LP sends you directly to jail?C'mon!-- Relax guy, I like gay menRight, Ken? Give me an amen (AAA-men!)Please Lord, this boy needs JesusHeal this child, help us destroy these demonsOh, and please send me a brand new carAnd a prostitute while my wife's sick in the hospitalPreacher preacher, fifth grade teacherYou can't reach me, my mom can't neitherYou can't teach me a goddamn thing causeI watch TV, and Comcast cableand you ain't able to stop these thoughtsYou can't stop me from toppin these chartsAnd you can't stop me from droppin each Marchwith a brand new cd for these fuckin retardsDuhhh, and to think, it's just little ol' meMr. "Don't Give A Fuck," still won't leave

Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)

I'm a CRIMINALCuz every time I write a rhyme, these people think it's a crimeto tell em what's on my mind - I guess I'm a CRIMINALbut I don't gotta say a word, I just flip em the birdand keep goin, I don't take shit from no one

[Eminem]My mother did drugs - tar, liquor, cigarettes, and speedThe baby came out - disfigured, ligaments indeedIt was a seed who would grow up just as crazy as sheDon't dare make fun of that baby cause that baby was meI'm a CRIMINAL - an animal caged who turned crazedBut how the fuck you sposed to grow up when you weren't raised?So as I got older and I got a lot tallerMy dick shrunk smaller, but my balls got largerI drink malt liquor to fuck you up quickerthan you'd wanna fuck me up for sayin the word ...My morals went thhbbpp when the president got oralSex in his Oval Office on top of his deskOff of his own employeeNow don't ignore me, you won't avoid meYou can't miss me, I'm white, blonde-hairedand my nose is pointyI'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that diein plane crashes and laughsAs long as it ain't happened to himSlim Shady, I'm as crazy as Em-inem and Kim combined - *kch* the maniac's inReplacin the doctor cause Dre couldn't make it todayHe's a little under the weather, so I'm takin his place(Mm-mm-mmm!) Oh, that's Dre with an AK to his faceDon't make me kill him too and spray his brains all over the placeI told you Dre, you should've kept that thang put awayI guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?I'm a CRIMINAL

[Interlude Skit]Aight look (uh huh) just go up in that motherfuckerget the motherfuckin money and get the fuck up outta there[Em] AightI'll be right here waitin on you[Em] AightYo Em[Em] What?!Don't kill nobody this time[Em] Awwright... god damn, fuck...(whistling) how you doin'?[Teller] HI, how can I help you?[Eminem] Yeah I need to make a withdrawl[Teller] Okay[Eminem] Put the fuckin money in the bag bitchand I won't kill you![Teller] What? Oh my god, don't kill me[Eminem] I'm not gonna kill you bitch, quit lookin around...[Teller] Don't kill me, please don't kill me...[Eminem] I said I'm not gonna fuckin kill youHurry the fuck up! {*BOOM*} Thank you!

[Eminem]Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in itSo when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in itSo I'll be disguised in itAnd if anybody identifies the guy in itI'll hide for five minutesCome back, shoot the eyewitnessFire at the private eye hired to pry in my businessDie, bitches, bastards, brats, petsThis puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yetIf I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nutstuck my dick inbetween my legs and cluckYou motherfuckin chickens ain't brave enoughto say the stuff I say, so this tape is shutShit, half the shit I say, I just make it upTo make you mad so kiss my white naked assAnd if it's not a rapper that I make it asI'ma be a fuckin rapist in a Jason mask

(Chorus 2X)

Wu Tang - Protect ya neck

Inspectah Deck:

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them!

Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static, with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard

Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video 9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in

Masta Killa:

That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man for dead X amount of lead spray from the barrel Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit To make my niggas from East New York flip

Bobby Digital:

Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!) You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!) Y'all might just catch me in the park playin chess, studyin math Signin 7 and a sun (BOBBY!) But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!)

You might see the Styx, but that's not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low

Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)Song: Kill You

[Eminem]When I just a little baby boy,my momma used to tell me these crazy thingsShe used to tell me my daddy was an evil man,she used to tell me he hated meBut then I got a little bit olderand I realized, she was the crazy oneBut there was nothin I could do or say to try to change itcause that's just the way she was

They said I can't rap about bein broke no moreThey ain't say I can't rap about coke no more(AHHH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whoretil the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!(AHHH!) These motherfuckers are thinkin I'm playinThinkin I'm sayin the shit cause I'm thinkin it just to be sayin it(AHHH!) Put your hands down bitch, I ain't gon' shoot youI'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you(AHHH!) Shut up slut, you're causin too much chaosJust bend over and take it like a slut, okay Ma?"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too lateI'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two statesI invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitchesvain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN! {*chainsaw revs up*}Texas Chainsaw, left his brains alldanglin from his neck, while his head barely hangs onBlood, guts, guns, cutsKnives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts

Chorus: Eminem

Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with meGirls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to meBitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beefWe ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beefYou better kill me! I'ma be another rapper deadfor poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta saidBut when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with meBitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me.. I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (cause why?)Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)I said you don't, wanna fuck with Shady (why?)Cause Shady, will fuckin kill you..

[Eminem]Bitch I'ma kill you! Like a murder weapon, I'ma conceal youin a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows and film youBuck with me, I been through hell, shut the hell up!I'm tryin to develop these pictures of the Devil to sell 'emI ain't "acid rap," but I rap on acidGot a new blow-up doll and just had a strap-on addedWHOOPS! Is that a subliminal hint? NO!Just criminal intent to sodomize women againEminem offend? NO! Eminem insultAnd if you ever give in to him, you give him an impulseto do it again, THEN, if he does it againyou'll probably end up jumpin out of somethin up on the 10th(Ahhhhhhhh!) Bitch I'ma kill you, I ain't done this ain't the chorusI ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forestA bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four timesin a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman?Serial killer hidin murder materialin a cereal box on top of your stereoHere we go again, we're out of our medicineout of our minds, and we want in yours, let us in

Chorus (first line starts "Or I'ma kill you!")

[Eminem]Eh-heh, know why I say these things?Cause lady's screams keep creepin in Shady's dreamsAnd the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinksthis eighty G's a week to say the same things TWEECE!TWICE? Whatever, I hate these thingsFuck shots! I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinksMotherfuckers want me to come on their radio showsjust to argue with 'em cause their ratings stink?FUCK THAT! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncerfrom fat bitch to off seventy-thousand pounds of herfrom principal to the student body and counselorfrom in-school to before school to out of schoolI don't even believe in breathin I'm leavin air in your lungsjust to hear you keep screamin for me to seep itOKAY, I'M READY TO GO PLAYI GOT THE MACHETE FROM O.J.I'M READY TO MAKE EVERYONE'S THROATS ACHEYou faggots keep eggin me ontil I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop?SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feetI said SHUT UP when I'm talkin to youYOU HEAR ME? ANSWER ME!

[Eminem]Back when Mark Walhberg was Marky MarkThis is how we used to make the party startWe used to mix Hen' with Bacardi DarkAnd when it, kicks in you can hardly talkAnd by the, sixth gin you're gonna probably crawlAnd you'll be, sick then and you'll probably barfAnd my pre-diction is you're gonna probably fallEither somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wallAnd everything's spinningYou're beginin' to think women are swimming in pink linen again in the sinkThen in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finishedYou are now allowed to officially slap bitchesYou have the right to remain violent and start wilin'Start a fight with the same guy that was smart eyin' youGet in your car, start it, and start drivin'Over the island and cause a 42 car pile-up[Em's spaceman voice]Earth calling, pilot to co-pilotLook at the life on this planet, sir, no sign of itAll I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'And I'm so high that I might die if I go by itLet me out of this placeI'm outta placeI'm in outer spaceI've just vanished without a traceI'm going to a pretty place now where the flowers growI'll be back in an hour or so

Chorus

[Eminem]'Cause every time I go to try to leaveSomething keeps pullin' on my sleeveI don't wanna, but I gotta stayThese drugs really got ahold of me

'Cause every time I try to tell them "no"They won't let me ever let them goI'm a sucka all I gotta sayThese drugs really got ahold of me

[Eminem]In third grade, all I used to doWas sniff glue through a tube and play rubix cube17 years later I'm as Rude as JudeScheming on the first chick with the hugest boobsI've got no gameAnd every face looks the sameThey've got no nameSo I don't need game to playI just say whatever I want to whoever I wantWhenever I want, wherever I want, however I wantHowever, I do show some respect to fewAs ecstacy got me standing next to youGetting sentimental as fuck spillin' guts to youWe just metBut I think I'm in love with youBut you're on it tooSo you tell me you love me tooWake up in the morning like "yo, what the fuck we do?"I gotta go bitchYou know I have stuff to do'Cause if I get caught cheatin' then I'm stuck with youBut in the long runThese drugs are probably going to catch up sooner or laterBut fuck it, I'm on oneSo let's enjoyLet the X destroy your spinal cordSo it's not a straight line no more'Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dollsShit's sticking out of our backs like a dinosaurShit, six hits won't even get me high no moreSo bye for nowI'm going to try to find some more

Chorus

[Eminem]That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollowWhen you swallow it all wollow and drown in your sorrowAnd tomorrow you're probably going to want to do it againWhat's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend? Screw itAnd what's a little bit of alcohol poisoning?And what's a little fight?Tomorrow you'll be boys againIt's your lifeLive it however you wannaMarijuana is everywhereWhere was you brought up?It don't matter as long as you get where you're going'Cause none of the shit is going to mean shit where we're goingThey tell you to stop, but you just sit there ignoringEven though you wake up feeling like shit every morningBut you're youngYou've got a lot of drugs to doGirls to screwParties to crashSucks to be youIf I could take it all back now, I wouldn'tI would have did more shit that people said that I shouldn'tBut I'm all grown up now and upgraded and graduatedDid better drugs and updatedBut I've still got a lot of growing up to doI've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spewBut when it's all said and done I'll be 40Before I know it with a 40 on the porch telling storiesWith a bottle of JackTwo grandkids in my lapBabysiting for Haley while Haley's out getting smashed

Chorus 2x (Same as previous, but 2nd timethe last line is repeated like this)

[Eminem]Whatever..Dre, just let it runAiyyo turn the beat up a little bitAiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it Just shut up and listen, aiyyo..

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bagof this weed it gives me the shit needed to bethe most meanest MC on this -- on this EarthAnd since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curseAnd just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that worksAnd it sells and it helps in itself to relieveall this tension dispensin these sentencesGettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chestand I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..but at least have the decency in youto leave me alone, when you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughterto not come and speak to me (speak to me)..I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thingI'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends thinkI'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prickif you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..No patience is in me and if you offend me I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy youGo call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuitI'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobeI'm tired of all you (of all you)..I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

Chorus: Eminem

And I am, whatever you say I amIf I wasn't, then why would I say I am?In the paper, the news everyday I amRadio won't even play my jamCause I am, whatever you say I amIf I wasn't, then why would I say I am?In the paper, the news everyday I amI don't know it's just the way I am

[Eminem]Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be botheredwith all of this nonsense it's constantAnd, "Oh, it's his lyrical content -- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"And all of this controversy circles meand it seems like the media immediatelypoints a finger at me (finger at me)..So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkieor the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put upwhen you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put upwith the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit tooWhen a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his schooland they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroinWhere were the parents at? And look where it's atMiddle America, now it's a tragedyNow it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-tyhavin this happenin (this happenin)..then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire to burn and it's burnin and I have returned

Chorus

[Eminem]I'm so sick and tired of bein admiredthat I wish that I would just die or get firedand dropped from my label and stop with the fablesI'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.."And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensationto cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stationsAnd I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..to deal with these cocky caucasians who thinkI'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)..What school did I go to, what hood I grew up inThe why, the who what when, the where, and the how'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it outcause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sitAnd I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I getBut I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroomwithout someone standin by itNo I won't sign your autographYou can call me an asshole I'm glad

Chorus (except change first word "Cause" to "And")

Artist: D12Album: Devil's NightSong: Aint Nuttin But Music-----

[Eminem] its shit like this i kick to these rich white kids who just might see how fucked up this sick life is whoops i did it again, didnt i? my shit, its harder to figure out then what britneys tit size is (wooooo)i probably pissed u off again, didnt i bitch? (so what)grab christina gaguilera, kiss my grits do u know how many shits i give, i wish i did so i could quit givin these twisted little kids ideas this just in, britney just kissed justin she just fucked ben got tit fucked and dick sucked himif affleck can get his ass licked how come i cant, shit god damn bitch, im rich, i cant understand this are those pictures i made of us together on the internet as close as im eva gonna get to hittin her from the back shit, when it comes to that, i hit harder from the back then everlast when hes pluggin lethal in his fuckin ass just gimme 1 more chance, britney hit me 1 more time let me know whats on ur mind, whitney give me 1 more lineto sniff, u fuckers know what time it is fuck ur jewelery my records almost diamond bitch

[chorus][Eminem]whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin, its ok let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em dre [drdre] it aint nuttin but music [Eminem]whats goin on in the world today? people fightin, feudin, lootin, its ok let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll, tell em dre [drdre]it aint nuttin but music

[Bizarre]eminem doesnt like nsync, well i do so fuck him and the backstreet boys too (yea i said it)whateva happened to the cast of different strokes? garys broke, todd snort coke, and dana an overdose (ahhhh)i got two little boys with me michael jackson sent two helicopters to get me (heee heeee)im up early with my hair curly me and mr.furley fuckin lavern and shirly

[Kuniva]alotta rappers are livin in la la land thats why i lets my dogs out on the baha men (bark)as bad as the life i had, im not mad i dont need to be a jackass to beat up my dad (punch)my whole familys country, my grandmothers oldfashioned she keeps askin me why i rap with a honky but granny im a flunky, i could b a junkie i could b hangin with the hoochies outta the club scene

[Kon Artis]for all the indpendent women in the house (house)show us ur tits and shut ur mother fuckin mouths

[Swift]your mom and dad probably mad at us (for what?)we done turned their kids into little body snatchers they like where im from (uh huh), we dont bite our tongue (yea) are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns? (blah blah blah)its sad but im glad that im made to rhyme when you work, you aint gettin paid for that overtime (damn)its only music, media know it, but they blind (thats right)i aint in ur life so stay the hell up outta mine (nigga)and your the reason why princess diana ended up dyingyou people get offended, i dont care (stop cryin) tryin to get us to leave cuz what we say just aint playin but holdin me back from what i say just aint me

[Kon Artis]now whats these parents so mad for? (ur music is bad) for teenage kids who drink more than ted danson in cheers carson drinks beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (shut up) (poor or rich) i still do the same old shit, i dont jump infront of a camera and say no shit when they ask me about my sarcastic-ness i just slap them, turn around and ask them this

Y'all act like you never seen a white person beforeJaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the doorand started whoopin her ass worse than beforethey first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding, he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots! Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)Feminist women love Eminem {*vocal turntable: chigga chigga chigga*} "Slim Shady, I'm sick of himLook at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-whatFlippin the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head looseBut no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedroomsSometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can'tbut it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kissAnd that's the message that we deliver to little kidsAnd expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris isOf course they gonna know what intercourse isBy the time they hit fourth gradeThey got the Discovery Channel don't they?"We ain't nothing but mammals.." Well, some of us cannibalswho cut other people open like cantaloupes {*SLURP*}But if we can hump dead animals and antelopesthen there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidoteWomen wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

[Eminem]Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!You think I give a damn about a Grammy?Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairsso I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durstand hear 'em argue over who she gave head to firstYou little bitch, put me on blast on MTV"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"I should download her audio on MP3 and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD {*AHHH!*}I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy meso I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}And there's a million of us just like mewho cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like mewho dress like me; walk, talk and act like meand just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

Chorus

[Eminem]I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you things you joke about with your friends inside your living roomThe only difference is I got the balls to say itin front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at allI just get on the mic and spit it and whether you like to admit it {*ERR*} I just shit itbetter than ninety percent of you rappers out canThen you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiumsIt's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirtyI'll be the only person in the nursin home flirtingPinchin nurses asses when I'm jackin off with JergensAnd I'm jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn't workingAnd every single person is a Slim Shady lurkinHe could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings{*HACH*} Or in the parkin lot, circlingScreaming "I don't give a fuck!" with his windows down and his system upSo, will the real Shady please stand up?And put one of those fingers on each hand up?And be proud to be outta your mind and outta controland one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

Chorus 2X

[Eminem]Ha haGuess there's a Slim Shady in all of usFuck it, let's all stand up

Album: Marshall Mathers LP (2000)Song: Bitch Please II

[Dre] Yeah whattup Detroit?[Snoop] Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh-no he didn't!Ahhh! They didn't do it again,what-what, what-what?Did you shit on these niggaz two times Dr. Dre?[Dre] Oh fo' sho'![Snoop] Uh-uh, naw, ya smell that?This is special right hereWhat-what, what-what-what?Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie babyUhh, to the boogie-oogie-oogieYeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre?

[Dr. Dre]Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shiton Slim's shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit)Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concertsand watch mosh pits til motherfuckers knock each other unconcious(Watch out now!) Some of these crowds that Slim drawsis rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and fulla carsSome of these crowds me and Snoop draw +IS+ niggaz from Crenshawfrom Long Beach to South Central {*LOUD SCREAM*} Whoa, not these niggaz againThese grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again(Hehe) You and what army could harm me?D-R-E and Shady, with Doggy from Long Beach(East-syde!) Came a long way, to makin these songs playIt'll be a wrong move, to stare at me the wrong wayI got a long uz', and I carry it all day(Blaow!) Sometimes it's like a nightmare, just bein Andre,but I..

[Snoop Dogg]somehow, someway - tell 'em, niggaYou know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg)Now let me cut these niggaz up and show em where da fuck I'm comin fromI get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin sonHit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and runGot about fifty gungs, and I love all of 'em the same - bang bang!Damn baby girl what's your name?I forgot - what'd you say it was? Damn a nigga buzzedHangin in the club, with my nephew Eminem(Whassup Slim?) Whattup cuz? (Whattup Snoop?)The Great White American Hope, done hooked upwith the King of the motherfuckin West coast, bay-bayy!

Chorus: Nate Dogg (+Snoop)

And you don't really wanna fuck, with meOnly nigga that I trust, is meFuck around and make me bust, this heat[Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance

[Xzibit]I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin you moveYou're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverageGotta love it, cause I expose the facadeYour little lungs is too small to hotbox with GodAll jokes aside, come bounce with usStandin over you with a twelve gauge, about to bustIt's like ashes to ashes and dust to dustI might leave in the bodybag, but never in cuffsSo who do you trust? They just not rugged enoughWhen things get rough I'm in the club shootin with PuffBitch, please - you must have a mental diseaseAssume the position and get back down on your knees - c'mon

[Eminem]Hahaha! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy Whitepickets outside the Interscope offices every nightWhat if he's right? I'm just a criminal, makin a livingoff of the world's misery - what in the world gives me the rightto say what I like, and walk around flippin the birdLivin the urban life, like a white kid from the 'burbsDreamin at night of screamin at mom, schemin to leaveRun away from home and grow to be as evil as meI just want you all to notice me and people to seethat somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in meIt just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this meis cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this meanSo when you see me, dressin up like a nerd on TVor heard the CD usin the fag word so freelyit's just me being me, here want me to tone it down?{*LOWER pitch*} Suck my fuckin dick, you faggotYou happy now? Look here

[Eminem - impersonating Snoop]I start some trouble everywhere that I go (that I go)Ask the bouncers in the club cause they know (cause they know)I start some shit they throw me out the back do' (the back do')Come back and shoot the club up with a fo'-fo' (a fo'-fo')

[Chorus: KoKane, Snoop][K] Now I don't want anybodyto get the wrong idea about meI don't have nothin to hideI want the world to see..[S] I'm a gangsta gangstaGangsta niggaz do your dance(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands

[Bad Azz]See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollarsPoppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolversSee we smoke and go (?) cause the bitch ain't never shit to meand pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to meThe shit to me is simple, it relies on credentialsWe credible individuals, ahead of you we originalBetter known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereoKillin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me thoughFuck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go againThe jealousy (?) over success, just keep you slowerWhile, you get nothin, we keep gettin morePump pump the jam up, drop drop the topHit hit the switch and smash down the blockAnd oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a niggaAnd don't never get the wrong idea nigga(Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the EastOn a bitch I remain the beast, none the leastPolice try to cuff me and stuff me in the backof they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole starWith the cool name, this nigga here's a fool maynGo on and do yo' thang, gang-bangin the hood and in HollywoodRecord company executives think it's all to the goodGet to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the backand had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out maynI'm down with P, and D-R-EA real nigga from the motherfuckin L.B.C.I just look like this, I stay down for the twistI'm real with this, deep as abyssI gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kissI had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit

[Chorus: Eminem](Can't go nowhere without my gun)Slick criminal with this shit I spit use(I walk the streets I got my gun)Like a bullet came back that just missed then hit you(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)I say the type of shit parents slit they wrist to(Can't go nowhere without my gun)ed to hand em the amp you they miss the shit to(Can't go nowhere without my gun)To many enemies on my list to sit trough(I walk the streets I got my gun)body got my back in this bitch but this do(I'm goin to sleep I got my gun)Sorry officer I don't care how pissed I get you(Don't go nowhere without my gunBut I don't goin around without my pistol pistol

[Swifty]Nigga we violently activeSo fuck with usSee I'm backwardsI slap niggaz and punch bitchesJust for askinThey must have been wanting to meet the lordWhen my parents talked to me they got mean mugged and ignoredThey was snoopin trough my closetSeein drugs on the floorShells from the forty four scattered over they porchBussin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy youTryin to break your neck to conversateBitch, I l do it for youCatch me laughin at your funeral when they lower youYou and your hoeYou got's to goBitches died slow and horribleThere's no tomorrow fo any niggaWe'll shower youWe young strapped and powerfulAnd I ain't gotta lie to you

[Proof]Stepped in the door wavin the fo foBlazin at popoescapin and lay lowthey call my tongue yayoBut I spit fireI lit five inside a fuckin dickryderThe clip sliderLove to blast the magYou a fagYou love bein ass to assGrab a gun by the nose with the but the gat spank yaNever say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta)Y'all niggaz sound like Jigga but act like PacYo my trigga got the flu and this gat might coughIt ain't nuttin to tellEmpty shells for the witnessI'm the hot nigga that's gonna put hell out of businessIt won't be the same since we touchin the gameMake the hardest nigga in your crewTuck in this chainY'all think this shit's a game and I bluffin for fameI squeeze of this tech until nothing remains

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[Kuniva]The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to oneCuz I don't know what's waitin for me when my vocals are doneToke the gunIt's my way of life and it worksThese cowardly niggaz'll put your fuckin life in the dirtCause it was wrong how they left my dawg he was pricelessAlone in the streets bleedin starin layin lifelessThat's why I'm heatedYou never know who start creepinWakin you up with AK's while you lie sleepinI'd rather pack the heat and not need itRather then need one and not have itI married this glockmatic

Nowhere without my gun

[Kon Artist]You know the sound when I'm spinnin roundsSpittin these rounds from fo poundsWhile the whole crowd is screamin this loud from they mouthIs they possibly alive*Shooting and screaming*Nothing is parrallel to makin you carousel aerial somersaultLike fast wheels who will perish shellsDenaun carry the nine where I goBullets whistling hit you while I'm shootin at five-o'sSo semi-auto...matic with statics to motto'sswingin like Columbine kids from Colorado

Chorus

[Bizarre]This nine'll turn a softy to a hard rockIt'll make Jehovah witnesses think b4 they knock (Sorry sorry)It'll make your grandmother come out of her purseIt'll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred DurstIt'll make Holyfield start fightingIt'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writinIt'll make Shyne say that he sounds like Biggie SmallsIt'll make R. Kelly give respect to Erron HallIt'll make Christopher Reeves start walkinIt'll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barkinIt'll make a nut turn into a filthy slutIt'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fuckin muttIt'll make a Muslim dye his hair blondeIt'll make a redneck start to read the holy CoramIt'll make Ike stop beatin TinaIt'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina

Chorus

[Eminem]Pistol Pistol[Swifty]Nigga, you better have aim[Eminem]I ain't goin nowhere without my Pistol Pistol[Swifty]Cuz if you don't you finished[Swifty]Flat out[Eminem]Sorry Officer[Bizarre]Detroit[Swifty]Nigga[Bizarre]Detroit[Eminem]I'm sorry[Swifty]What?[Eminem]Fuck it[Bizarre]The fuck we stayin[Swifty]Fuck around and get popped[Swifty]With no hesitation[Swifty]Straight up[Bizarre]Look where the fuck we stay at[Bizarre]Nigga what where the fuck we stay at[Bizarre]Fuck around with us[Bizarre]You get us popped[Bizarre]You fuckin get us popped

*Laughin*

Artist: D12Album: Devil's NightSong: Shit Can Happen-----

Shit can happenShit can happeeenShit can happenShit can happeeenShit can happenShit can happeeenShit can happenShit can happeeen

[Kon Artis]Yo, that's right motherfuckers we backSame slangingOrangutaningWilding out on hoodrats that say I actLike I'm too famousTo say hi and tell 'em what My Name IsBut really I'm still namelessYou niggas don't get it yet do you?Kill or notPlatinum or flopI'll still put it through youWith a luger that'll spit fireAnd hit higherThan a pitch by a bitch like MariahYou think for one second since we got a dealThat we won't deal with you in front of St. Andrew's stillYou gay rappers better learn thatI won't stop until I see 'em turn backIf you don't slow that road you packYou gon' see these Runyan Ave. niggasThat really need some ProzacTo show that ask the othersBrigade'll lay you downNext to your mother's mother's grandmothers

[Kuniva]You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonightReady to fightAnd half the niggas I give DAT toI don't even likeThe same cat who never gave a damn about your nameI gives a fuck about itLike the next L.A. Clippers gameI'll kill you in ways you couldn't even fathomYou ain't a madamIt's really unexplainable how I have 'emWho call theyselves screaming about a challengeNigga we got a gift while you barely making it off of mere talentMy skills are deeply imbeddedEven your hoe said itShe was knock-kneedI fucked her now she bow-leggedIn the middle of rapping I drop the micAnd have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappingKuniving Kon Artis my nigga we get it crackingWhile the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing

[Chorus: Kon Artis] (x2)(Shit can happen)This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh(Shit can happeeen)Shit can happen to him and your ass(Shit can happen)You can be touched don't think you can't(Shit can happeeen)Cuz niggas ain't fucking around no more man

[Swifty]The feds can't hold me (why?)I hold fedsI was born with a dark ass cloud over my head (uh huh)Raining acid (nigga)You can't refrain from getting your ass kickedCuz you talk too muchYou asked for itI'm on some massive shitEverybody ignore meThey wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgyThese niggas get confronted (what up now?)Then they change storiesI catch you and they thinking everything's hunky doryI even have you pour me the gasoline for me (do it)Pulling up slowlyCop tailing your homiesMet a lot of niggas but you wouldn't wanna know me (for real)Your ass might not even make it home with your roley (nigga)Don't even tryIn your system like eco lieTrying to beef with meNigga please, your people dieI'm so wicked that my momma gave birth illegally (uh huh)I survived the abortion immediately (Surprise!!!)

[Eminem]Picture me sitting in a jail cell rottingOr barricaded in a motel with twelve shotgunsWhen the *cops* come knockingEach hands got oneCocked ready to dump slugs heavy as shot putsOne man armyGuns can't harm meYoung and orneryWorse than my Uncle RonnieEver since I got my first gun pulled on meI can't stop airing out my dirty laundryMiddle fingers flip at censorshipYour friends just flippedOver this swift penmanshipEver since I spit some shit on InfiniteI been giving it a hundred and ten percentCuz when I vent most of my energy'sSpent on enemiesEighty percent of what I invent is hennessyAnd twenty percent is from being hungry as sinTen is because I love being under your skinYa, (shit) shit can happenSo stick to rappingQuit the yappingOr I'ma lift the mac inThat can lead to another mishap happeningSkip the crapGet the can of whoop ass cracking

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[Outro: Eminem](Shit can happen)It can and it will(Shit can happeeen)Fuck around with Amityville(Shit can happen)And you dieInsanity still(Shit can happeeen)Mentality of twelve motherfuckers in six different bodies(Shit can happen)With their personality split(Shit can happeeen)Fucking you up with hit after hit(Shit can happen)Sticking you up with clip after clip(Shit can happeeen)Making you suck dick after dick(Shit can happen)(Shit can happeeen)Dirty motherfuckin dozen(Shit can happen)The Kon Artis(Shit can happeeen)Motherfuckin Peter S. BizarreSwifty McVayThe KunivaDirty fatherfuckin HarryPuttin you down in the cemetaryYou get buriedAll of you motherfuckers suck our motherfucking cockWe are not playingWe are not playingWe are not bullshittingThis is not a motherfucking joke

Artist: Snoop DoggAlbum: The Last MealSong: Lay Low

{*BEEP*}

[Dr. Dre]Ay ay Snoop whattup? This your nigga DreAy man I was thinkin I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin albumSo check it out, put this on there:All you motherfuckin haters out there, can suck my motherfuckin dick!And we still smokin, what?!

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]For the nigga who be talkin loud and holdin his dickTalkin shit, he better LAY LOWFor the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dickNow she sick, she better LAY LOWFor the niggaz who be claimin my hoodand really ain't from my gang, better LAY LOWI hope he don't be thinkin I'm just talkinand I won't do a thing, really HOPE SO!

[Snoop Dogg]Hmm, lay low, nobody move until I say soLimo tint rollin deep like the PresidentSee I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch (beitch)I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypseWe call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolateReturn of the Top Dogg, and ain't no stoppin thisWhatever the case, I ain't tryin to catch itLay low, blow big dope, and slang recordsUnseen but well heard, do not disturbThe only reason you alive cause I ain't sent the wordI flip, faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emergefrom the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provokeI bring the worst from the L.B.C.Smash motherfuckers thinkin they gon' smash on meSnoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all sayFrom the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.AAy, ay

[Butch Cassidy]Our rise, it was no surpriseI always knew these fools would tripHatin, fakin, schemin on mineand on the down low talkin shitBest move cause I refuse to loseno matter which damn road I chooseSo lay low cause you might be bruisedTop story on the evening newsI ain't for games, so if you wanna play 'em lay lowLay down on the floorI'm in a rage, so if we gotta do this let me knowThat's what I came fo'

[Goldie Loc - Eastsidaz]Where that nigga who be talkin shit?He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitchI made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin the titsThen I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hipsShe tried to make me cum, but I was tryin to take her homeDropped you off and seen you fishin on your raggedy BroughamCoulda thumped you and the dog (you little fag)And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong

[Tray Deee - Eastsidaz]Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to yaFrom 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through yaWho you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with?The same click he came with and made the game flipNow niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin act hardThat's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hardThe backyard is where we get our scrap onThe black car drive by then you get capped on

[Master P]Whassup pimpin? It's P and SnoopWith Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin but lootThey call me Jackhammer for all the bread I gotbut they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I gotI keeps it real-ah, cause I'm all about my scrillaThe ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hittaIt's, No Limit til I D-I-EC-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]One, two, three and to the fo'Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre are at the do'Ready to make an entrance, so back on up(Cause you know we 'bout had to rip shit up)Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubbleCompton and Long Beach together, now you know you in troubleAin't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!Two loc'ed out G's so we're craaaaazay!Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this (Hell yeah)But, uh, back to the lecture at handPerfection is perfected, so I'm 'a let 'em understandFrom a young G's perspectiveAnd before me dig out a bitch I have ta' find a contraceptiveYou never know she could be earnin' her man,And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her manNow you know I ain't wit that shit, LieutenantAin't no pussy good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it(yeah) Now that's realer than real-deal HolyfieldAnd now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunkI'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff

Hook: Snoop Doggy Dogg

It's like this and like that and like this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like this and like that and like this and uhDre, creep to the mic like a phantom

[Dr. Dre]Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in'But I damn near got caught, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'Now it's time for me to make my impression feltSo sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbeltYou never been on a ride like this befo'With a producer who can rap and control the maestroAt the same time with the dope rhyme that I kickYou know, and I know, I flow some ol funky shitTo add to my collection, the selectionSymbolizes dope, take a toke, but don't chokeIf ya' do, ya' have no clueO' what me and my homey Snoop Dogg came to do

Hook: Snoop Doggy Dogg & Dr. Dre

It's like this and like that and like this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like this, and we ain't got no love for thoseSo jus' chill, 'til the next episode

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]Fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' leanGettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greensIt's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N-double O-PD-O-double G-Y D-O-double G ya' seeShowin' much flex when it's time to wreck a micpimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was DolomiteYeah, and it don't quitI think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shitSo Dre. (What up Dogg?)We gotta give 'em what dey want (What's that, G?)We gotta break 'em off somethin' (Hell yeah)And it's gotta be bumpin' (City of Compton!)

[Dr. Dre]It's where it takes place so I'm a ask your attentionMobbin like a mothafucka but I ain't lynchinDroppin' the funky shit that's makin the sucka niggaz mumbleWhen I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumbleTry to get close, and your ass'll get smackedMy mothafuckin homie Doggy Dogg has got my backNever let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'But if I got my Nina, then you know I'm straight trippin'And I'm a continue to put the rap down, put the mack downAnd if your bitches talk shit, I have ta' put the smack downYeah, and ya' don't stopI told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tockBut I'm never off, always on, 'til the break dawnC-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long BeachPuttin' the shit togetherLike my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better

Hook: Dr. Dre & Snoop Doggy Dogg

Like this, that and this and uhIt's like that and like this and like that and uhIt's like this, and we ain't got no love for thoseSo jus' chill, 'til the next episode